Warm and fuzzy

Today people from different areas of my life said and did things that made me feel special. To hear you’re a good friend, a good editor, a good writer, a good co-worker, a good coach, all in one day. Well, not in so many words, but certainly in intent....


I’m writing this without benefit of reading glasses. I had to give them up for 24 hours so the prescription can be updated (read: strengthened) in my existing frames. It’s so strange how I’ve come to rely on those glasses. I feel naked without them....


I’ve been thinking about love a lot lately. The romantic kind. I’m ready for its bliss, its complications, its glow, its work. I don’t think I’ve been ready until right now. Wow.

Visitation rites

I just spent the weekend at my parents’ house. Saw my siblings, my niece and nephew. Very relaxing. Very nurturing. It feels good to connect, check in, have dialogue. I came home on the train, complete with an insulated bag filled with single-serving meals...

Creative juices

The words came bursting out today. On the PATH train I was scribbling down my thoughts on whatever paper I could find in my purse. I haven’t had that feeling in a long time. Ideas. Crystallized images. What a rush. Glory be.